I retired for the night after watching a “Pink Panther” Peter Sellers movie marathon. My dog was still awake and watching enthusiastically from the sofa, so I left it on for him, gave his head a pat, chuckled to myself and went on to bed.
Little did I know what I had done…
The next morning I awoke and went to the bathroom for my daily shave. I yawned and as I was stretching, my dog took me by surprise and swung down from the ceiling! He karate chopped me to the neck and then things got really ugly!
We wrestled and tumbled and every time I would break free from this crazed canine, he would recapture me and the fight would begin anew. Finally, I freed myself from a choke hold, hid under my bed, found my cell and called 911.
“Hello 911, what is your emergency?”

“Yes, oh thank God! I need help! I watched The Pink Panther and now my dog thinks he is Cato! I am trying to control him but it’s just too much! I am hiding under my bed now…”
“Click” and there was silence on the other end of the phone…I was on my own!
By the time I finally got free from Hong Kong Phooey dog and locked myself in the basement, I had missed work. I bandaged my wounds and waited for him to go to sleep so I could let myself out of the basement.
I decided the only way I was going to get out of this was to play along and be Inspector Clouseau, so I said, “Cato? Cato! I am your employer. I am calling off the attack now!”
To my surprise he says, “What is the secret code?” Scrambling, I come up with “Dog biscuits, of course!”
Then I hear…”You fewl…if you were the real Clouseau, You would know there is NO secret code! Bahahaha!!!”
Oh boy, this is going to be a long day…

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